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Pathway of Love: Dissonance
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Juster Another Story of Love
Our song flowed,
Evenly in,
Perfectly out,
Our harmony.
Falling out of rhythm,
Something not quite right,
Can’t quite understand this,
Our broken symphony.
It begins to grate,
Screeching in my ears,
Shattering glass,
Others begin to
notice,
That we
aren’t quite right.
Where’s harmony?
It’s begun to
break,
I can’t quite
shake
This unrest,
And maybe our best
days together
are
gone.
Can’t we stop playing,
We’re just pretending,
And everyone’s
staring,
This is so
demanding,
It’s become
maddening.
Faster, slower,
Louder, quieter,
Just keep our
Show together
Maybe it’ll
Be restored to
some consistency.
But the routine is
Breaking my hands.
Breaking
My
Hands.
